THE SORRY SLUT : PART (IV ) : NABAYAN

TSS4.1
“Why the hell you are ruining my life? ”, a voice screamed so much that it seemed to break the circuits of her phone.
“What ? Who ? Why ? ”, Aradhya asked in a confused somnolent voice.
“ Don’t act as if you don’t know me”, the voice fumed in anger. “I am Nabayan.Oh, please stop bothering me . ”
“What are you talking about? I am bothering you ? ”
“ Yes, for you Panchali wants to break up with me”.
“Am sorry, but I can’t get you . You are the one who tries to talk to me from fake profile , you are the one to call me; I didn’t have your new number and now you are saying I am coming in between two of you ? ”, Aradhya broke down in tears, this time too. She felt helpless, like a creeper, robbed off her wooden support, like a raga, who has been robbed off her melody. She wanted to call Malhar but why bother him? What was there to trouble someone else with one’s onus? She succumbed to the visceral injuries. She didn’t know the reason.
“I will make your life hell, you bitch , you asshole . ”
Aradhya could not speak. She had never used slang in her life, and it was her principle not to use them, no matter what the situation demands. She knew Nabayan well. It was useless to talk to him. It was useless to convince him. He was stubborn and he saw the world in his own way and whatever would happen, he would put the blame on her. Of course, it was not his fault. How can a man tolerate a girl who read more than him? How can he actually take her to social gatherings where people knew that she was more educated and more qualified than him? Panchali, of course was far better than her, she was a doll, his mother would want to show off to his family members; she would not argue, she would not cite quotes from Amitav Ghosh or Gabriel Garcia Marquez and praise them in front of everyone. Why would she praise them, when he was there to be praised and worshiped, when he was there to be caressed like those soft pages of a newly bought book, whose fragrance, the owner inhales, and kisses the dark letters with her eyes.
Nabayan drove his car faster than usual, getting away with the Kolkata traffic. The toy has been disposed off and he knew the consequences. She deserved it. She deserved the humiliation. His ego quaffed her pain. At least, people will respect his strength for playing with a girl like Aradhya. Yes, of course, he was a player and he was proud to say that he, the great Nabayan, ditched her and he, the great Nabayan , possessed the diva, who was an eye- candy to his friends, juniors and seniors. Men desired Panchali and he was coming out victorious, with his prized trophy. Panchali had called him demanding break up for the fake profile incident but he was infallible in the ways of patching up things with her. He knew the right flavor for the perfect icing. The silver ring beamed in its fake aura as he drove through the airport area and finally arrived at Barasat. It was 9pm.
Nayak’s friends were still there. His mother had told them to stay for dinner. Chhandak was observing Panchali’s behavior. He knew pretty well that Nabayan would be her first preference because of his Hundai I10 and 2 years of job experience along with the his reciprocation of her desires. He didn’t wait to get back his love, for he has grown tired of it. Sometimes, love means letting go of the beloved and he has done it. Maybe, he was selfish; that is why he preferred to retain his self esteem. He just wanted to see what happens. Nabayan was coming and he knew, something was going to happen for sure, that would change their lives, something more chaotic than violence. Panchali was fuming in anger, cursing Aradhya.
“ She is doing all these because Nabayan grew tired of her and left her ”, she screamed, breaking the flower vase of her room. The flowers fell from the vase, their petals, torn by the blows of the wrath, leaving them wither away in oblivion. Chhandak went and picking up the flowers, he left the room, in order to get another vase and place them safely in the drawing room, where they would smile happily, gracing the morbid tiles of the floor.
The door bell rang and Nabayan entered. Nayak and his friends greeted him with respect but seeing Chhandak, he didn’t speak to them beyond words of greeting like “Hi Hello ” and went straight to Panchali’s room. Chhandak followed him. Nabayan’s mind was denigrated by a lot of worries and he forgot to close the door behind him. Chhandak didn’t go inside and preferred to listen from outside.
“ You talk to Aradhya from you fake profile ”, Panchali screamed the moment Nabayan entered.
“No love, it is all a well planned game set up by Aradhya to ruin our relationship”, Nabayan replied, accosting Panchali as she stepped back.
“ Then what about the fake profile? ”, Panchali screamed. Her voice was audible enough to reach the drawing room.
“Aradhya has the id and password. She is just creating a scene”, Nabayan replied boldly, grabbing Panchali’s arms. He had thought of all these while driving his car. Panchali looked at him. His eyes reflected the glare she has always desired. She tried to break away from his arms. Nabayan, even with a height of 5’3’’ was strong enough, at least to control Panchali. He pressed her arms, dragging her close to him, feeling the beating of her heart. Finally, after the long eventful day, Panchali’s nerves, which had dried up, were enriched with the waters of the desire which they were longing throughout the day. Chhandak’s indifference had instigated the rush of the chaotic cells and Panchali, for the first time, in that day, was happy that Nabayan came.
Chhandak became the uninvited observer to their quenching of their erotic desires. He stood still, witnessing the snake, crawling around the miasma, each of them grasping each other in Saturn’s heaven. But even before Chhandak would feel happy that they have spared the poor Aradhya from the tortures and harassment, Nabayan and Panchali called her together.
“ Hey , you bitch , you wanted to break up and today we are engaged ” , Panchali screamed over the phone.
Aradhya fell silent.
“Listen, no man can love you”, Nabayan added. “ You are not a girl to be loved. It is good that I have one valuable year of my life, loving you. Now stay away from us . I am engaged to my princess, Panchali . ”
“ And dear, if you really need any guy, I will help you” , Panchali said. “ There are lots of guys behind me. At least one of them will agree to hook up with you . ”
Aradhya couldn’t speak. They showered her with abuses and hung up. She fell on the ground, her head hitting the table. Drops of blood fell, venting out her inner pain, a pain which was inflicted upon her for a reason unknown to her.
Chhandak listened to the whole conversation but he was helpless. He and his friends knew Aradhya well since their college days and there was no need to teach then what kind of girl she was. For the first time, he wished to have known Aradhya closely. But he had followed her blogs and knew the person who could help him out. He didn’t have his number. But he has seen him commenting frequently in her status messages and poems. He logged into his Facebook account and sent the message:
“Hi, you don’t know me. But this is urgent. I don’t know Aradhya close enough and felt you are the person whom I can contact. ” This was followed by a short description of what happened.
Aradhya regained her senses slowly. Fortunately, nobody knew about her injury. She managed to get up and dragged herself to her bed. She went blank Tears would not stop. Her phone started to vibrate. This time, it was a known number.

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